The situation I am describing is one of three beautiful people: Adair, a human; Puff, a piglet; Billy, a goatlet.
Neither Adair, nor Puff, nor Billy, have reached puberty, or adolescence. Or capacity to achieve orgasm. Or to make, of their own volition, other babies, of baby, piglet, or goatlet (kid) variety.
When puberty is reached, frolic is in jeapardy. Jeopardy, leopardy, cheetah-party, Why? The way Adair would look back on this was to say puberty is when the frolic– reaches its head. Adair would never forget her transition to puberty, nor lose her love for childhood friends Puff and Billy. They would grow old together.
When Adair had her babies, Puff and Billy would look in, and see in these babies, their own nakedness, though Adair wrapped her babies in baby blankets. They were naked under these blankets. Out in the yard, the barn yard, the stock yard, the prison yard, Puff and Billy had their babies, as cute in their, and Adair’s, care.
Spam of Human Affection 
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